Accepting Anger [Clairebear]

I am huddled in the back corner of my room with my eyes closed when I heard the front door slam. My hands cover my face and I inevitably think childish things. He won't see me if I can't see him, right? Oh, how wrong I am. It had only taken a month after my parents death for my brother to transform into a monster. After they died he drank. Why? I don't know. To block out the pain I suppose. He drank, he yelled, he cursed and he needed to take his frustration with the world out on something. Or someone.

The floorboards squeak as he approaches my room. The perfect beginning to my own personal nightmare. I try to disappear into the walls. Runaway from him, become invisible. Anything to get away. I have tried it all before, but after so long I still have that hope it would work. Maybe this time it will work. It never does

My hands begin to sweat, my time is running out while I'm lost in my thoughts. No tears. No tears. I chant silently to myself. It's no use, they still flow. Lev doesn't like tears. Lev doesn't like anything I do. The stench of alcohol invades my nostrils. His boots grow louder as he gets closer to my room. My hiding place is about to be compromised. I need to get out I tell myself. I have to get out. "Please" I beg to anyone who would listen. But no one hears me. No one ever hears my pleads.

Maybe this time he'll kill me. Maybe it'll end differently this time and I can go and see mom again. She'd take me in her arms and let me cry until I was drowning in my tears. My thoughts keep landing on that image. Then I remember his words. Lev's words repeat in my head until I'm dizzy. They are true. He is right, isn't he? There is no point in me being here. I have no purpose so him hitting me, it's doing everyone else a favor. The thoughts of my mother try to compete with his slurs. How she would shower me in compliments. Tell me I was beautiful and force me to accept it. He's voice wins. I hear it over everything else. No more compliments for me. I don't deserve them, I am worthless, and that is why he beats me.

The door creaks open and he walks straight to my huddled form. I flinch waiting for the blow that I know will come. His boot collides with my side and I breath in sharply at the pain, falling to the wooden floor. "Worthless, piece of *bleep*!" He grabs my hair in a fist and drags me to my feet. His pungent breath blows into my face and I bite my lip trying not to gag.

Then suddenly I'm on the floor and he's gone. Ran out the door and down the hall to the bathroom where I can hear the unmistakable sounds of getting sick. This is my chance. Now I can get away. Holding my side I pull myself up and limp to the door and out into the living room. He hasn't caught me yet, just to the door. I reach onto the table and grab my slingshot shoving it in my boot and walk outside into the fresh air. I close my eyes breathing deeply, loving the feel of the sun on my skin.

When I hear the door to the bathroom click shut and foot steps towards my room only one thought remains in my head; I need to climb. I walk down the steps and run out into the town square needing to get away and breath. I don't pay attention to where I'm going, only to the trees just across the way. Suddenly I'm on the ground, feeling like I walked into a wall and look up to see a boy, huge and casting a shadow over me.

DONEVIN AMBROSE



I'm just walking through the town square, kicking pebbles along aimlessly, just glad to be away from from my father and his house when suddenly it hits me. Literally.

A tiny girl, waist about the size of my wrist, short as anything runs into me. I glare down at her, angry that anything has interrupted my peaceful reverie. The tiny little thing is on the ground like she's been hit, when I'm the one who's been run into. You know that whole don't hit girls thing? Yeah, it doesn't apply to me. I don't believe in gender discrimination.

I lean over her, yanking her roughly to her feet by her arm, to look at the tiny form that's call human. I bend down so my face is inches from hers, letting my mind say and do the things they do to anyone who disturbs my silence. Her eyes are what catches me off guard, they're what stop me from immediately pummeling her.

They're such a perfect blue color, like the color of my mother's favorite dress. It was this beautiful blue thing, long and flowy, with different hues of blues and shades of white all blended smoothly together in one gown. She only ever wore it once, and that was the day she and my father went to a special dinner. That was one week before she died.

The bitter memory of her death snaps me back to the task at hand, and I sneer into the frail child's face, blocking the memories and her appearance from my mind to tell her off.

"What the f*ck do you think you're doing?" I yell into her face, with enough anger and inflection I'm sure she'll get the idea and run away. They always do run. No one ever stays to get close enough to me, which is just the way I like it, and this girl is so thin and short, I'd almost feel bad hurting her. Almost. Not actually.

(Where? XD)

(LOL; Proper's District 1. I can't RP here... And I'll go get the link )

(http://www.hungergamesrpg.com/index.cgi?board=61info&action=display&thread=35597)

( Do you like my pic of Donnie? )

( You wanna help me find a better one?

He's got like black hair, and green eyes, and really muscular )